In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. There's a feeling i get, when i look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts i have seen rings of smoke throught the trees and the voices of those who stand looking. And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forest will echo with laughter.
And it makes me wonder.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, it's just a spring clean for the may-queen. Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run. There's still time to change the road you're on.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know. The piper's calling you to join him. Dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind